- Best news I've seen all week: my friend Carla held her baby today. This is her seventh baby but her first experience with adoption. Go wish her well!
- My syllabi are printed up and waiting for the start of classes. I'm so excited. SO SO SO excited.
- Except I'm a little worried about the part where I said I'd be lecturing on neuroanatomy and cerebral circulation for two and a half hours. That's a lot of neuroanatomy and cerebral circulation.
- School is back in session for everybody but the preschooler. First and fourth grades are going well, even though we got the first-grade teacher who made me crazy in '06-'07. (The first-grader came home and said, "He wasn't mean at all!" in wondering tones that made me kick myself for not being more circumspect. The issue was never that he was mean, for the record.) Junior high was better on the second day than the first -- the first day left my sweet introvert a little wobbly in the wake of the noise generated by 800+ 11-14-year-olds. Unfortunately, they called me this afternoon to say they'd forgotten something important and they needed to redo his schedule completely, which is a bummer but we'll hope it works out for the best. And high school seems to be going fine thus far. (High school!) My oldest is off to the local Catholic high school, taking two city buses each way to get there and back. He has spent more time this week with his shirt tucked in than in the preceding five years. Or maybe ten.
- I went to the high school open house earlier this week and I have this observation to offer you: people who have children in high school are OLD. Grizzled. Wrinkled. Balding. Sagging. I wonder at what point in the distant future that will happen to me? [LA LA LA LA I can't hear you.]
- Thank you for your comments on my last post. I was a little worried about publishing it and it was good to hear from you.
- Time for me to go get those messy subcortical structures sorted out in my head and then in my lecture notes. Wish me luck.
More quick takes here.
Old? Grizzled? Speak for thyself, dearie! Wait, what's that you say? Eh? speak up, darling, I can't hear you (LA LA LA LA... as the parent of a senior, and one foot in the grave apparently...).
And that precious baby girl is surely NOT a preschooler??? but I did the math, and she is the only one left who can be the preschooler...
K says to remind you that the first time you teach a class will be the worst, and it will be all uphill from here. You'll do great! (our university is on quarter system, so he doesn't start teaching until September. Year 9? of the same fall course, so it's a breeze now!)
Posted by: Tracy | August 19, 2011 at 10:49 PM
My mother was 21 and 23 when she had my older sister and I. The overwhelming majority of my friends' moms are 10-15 years older than she is.
Meanwhile, Mom was 40 when my baby sister was born. She comments on all the moms at storytime being 10-15 years younger.
I have no conclusion to this comment. I just felt like mentioning that.
Posted by: The Sojourner | August 21, 2011 at 08:15 AM
I am usually the youngest mother of the bunch by one or TWO decades. I've actually been asked if I was a teen mother, it leaves me speechless.
Posted by: Svetlana | August 22, 2011 at 08:36 PM